Razors M.C. Zero to 100 mph #2
Four

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Kam pulled over on the side of the highway when she realised no one had followed her, unclipping her helmet and fastening it to her head.

She'd swallowed enough dead bugs blood for the night and knew she had at least one of those suckers imbedded in her right eye.

She'd flicked the switch, but it had been too late back at the club, she'd just hoped that huge neanderthal who had chased her hadn't seen her registered plates with all that dirt and stones she'd spat at him from her rear tyre in her haste for freedom.

Flicking the switch again, Kam decided to ride home at a more sedate pace, the three and half hour ride was worth it if she managed not to get pulled over by the cops.

Her bike always drawing attention, once highway patrol or police officers realised what she looked like they'd keep her for longer.

Kamryn Tallinger was a good looking girl, not quite a woman at only eighteen years of age but she lived her life on her terms much to the annoyance of her mother and innate pride of her father.

That's why the officers always held her up, being overly friendly, asking her questions about her bike, Blackguard. Wanting to know what she did for work? Had she lived in Australia for a while? That question was the stickler!

'Yeah for about three years', she'd always say. Making sure her English deteriorated just enough they thought she didn't understand what they were talking about.

"God if only I'd bitten my tongue", Kamryn said talking to herself, shaking her black helmeted head when she thought about kicking those two men.

Asked a few questions, even talked to someone about her old man's work and her handmade pieces which she'll never see ever again. At least she got to see a small portion.

"Damned it felt good". Pulling off the shoulder, Kam now rode down the highway to head home.

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Beetle pushed the doors hard enough to have broken the hinges prior to the improvements, these doors giving his arms a more solid resistance.

"Now tell me, where are those three fuckers who embarrassed themselves?" he asked looking around at everyone's shocked expressions.

Frost was now behind the bar with Edge, wearing a shit eating grin on his face.

"Did she get away from ya squirt?" Frost asked.

"Fuck off!"

No one knew whether to laugh or to remain quiet, Beetle had never looked so frustrated before.

Everyone decided to remain quiet, all except Frost which made Stone chuckle.

"Not like you to miss out on a good chase. Least I got away without my tail between my legs".

"You lost your dick hiding under a bush if I remember correctly. Plus busted your leg, you gimp! I'm still walking mighty fine and have my junk intact".

"Never lost my dick!"

Now everyone laughed, lifting their drinks to toast the married couple.

Beetle smiled, their friendship back on par as he looked around the room.

"They're in the far corner appreciating free beers", Stone offered, grabbing his old woman on her butt.

"Prez", Beetle nodded, taking less strides than China to descend upon the fucker's who'd ruined his night, slightly!

Truth be told Beetle liked drama if he could control and manipulate. A bit like sex he thought with a smile, slamming his hands down on the table as three sets of eyes looked up.

"Give me your version of events then I'll decide what takes place".

Beetle already knew what would take place, he just didn't know the how ...

"You what! That little tart did her martial arts without provocation", said the uninjured man who'd sat motionless while his friends were lying unconscious ten minutes earlier.

"Provocation. Big word dick. That little skimp did a lot of damage in thirty seconds. Might be sayin' they look a lot like improvements," Beetle added crossing his arms.

China stood beside Beetle who was now joined by Frost.

"Sergeant", acknowledged Beetle.

"V. P", Frost acknowledged back.

"For fuck sake", said the man who had a two-inch cut underneath his chin, compliments of Kamryn's boot. A paper napkin pressed against the wound as he sucked down more beer.

"China? ..." asked Beetle "... wanna add anything".

"You guys aren't welcome here anymore. Don't bother finishing the beers, just leave. You're blacklisted".

"You? Ha! Telling us we're not welcome in a club we've been drinking at longer than you've been a member. Fuck'n toss that is. Under who's authority do you suggest we get blacklisted China?"

"Mine. Bless my Sonya for her patience", China said doing a silent crucifix before pulling his tight black knit over his head and handing it to Beetle. "H-039," was all he said nodding at Beetle, a reminder of the little pocket rocket who'd got away and the partial number plate from her bike.

"You cunts wanna argue? I wanna beer", stated Beetle looking peeved. Frost just remained quiet, knew it was better to back his brothers than to question them in front of civilians.

"What cause?" asked the third man who had a shiner bigger than a golf ball covering his right eye, his good eye looking like a cat's bum when he blinked.

"You should really shave your face and walk backwards man", Beetle added, screwing his face up in disgust at his own thoughts.

"You want facts? Fine! That little chinka didn't like us complimenting her cunt. What'd she call it ...?" asked cat's bum.

"A hoo-haa," chin man said, the blood dripping slowly when he went to grab another napkin.

"Clean that fucking mess, it isn't even past midnight you tool", Frost said, crossing his arms while leaning on a post because his leg was aching like a bitch.

"Edge, grab Hodgee and escort these dipshits outside", Beetle yelled over his shoulder.

"Who's gonna man the bar?" asked Frost, pleased he had an excuse not to be there when he'd come over.

"You cunt".

"China and me are gonna finish what pocket rocket started".

"Who's pocket rocket?" asked chin man.

"Their siding with that chinka", said cat's bum disgustedly. China puffing up his chest and blowing out air from his mouth loudly.

Stone chuckled as he came over and joined his men.

"I'll have your drinks waiting at the bar then", he said nodding at his Vice-President, SAA and Treasurer, the three men still seated shifting uncomfortably.

"Prez, that girl started all this. Ain't gonna let us be humiliated in our own drinking hole?"

"Not your hole bud", Beetle chimed in, staring at the man's eye and cringing again.

"Only need one of you cognizant to drive out of here", China said. "Who's drunk the least?"

"Me", said chin man.

"I am", stated cat's bum.

"Oh fuck", said the third man.

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Kamryn got home a little after three forty-five in the morning. She'd stopped off and filled her tank at a fuel stop, grabbing a bite to eat then was on her way.

Thinking about her rash decision. Her mum Mai never approved of her short temper, always chastising her and her impetuous nature.

One of the reasons Kam dropped out of school earlier than most and pursued her dream as a blacksmith and dabbled at furniture making.

Carving impressive pieces that complimented the knots in wood to make impressive furniture pieces. Her tools expertly sculpting 'one of a kind' bedding that sold before she had finished, adding cast iron brackets or 'handles' for those that liked something unusual. Her metal work, phenomenal.

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